Anntonette

A single rose can go through it all

Rosebud

Rose petals scattered in red,
Around their entire flowerbed.
As if the wind blew away each stain,
For that one rose to heal once again.
The wind began to speak to this rose,
With a whistle from beneath the shadows.
With light wind comes steady rain,
Where new petals for rose will sustain.
This new flower will stand out from those,
Shall Mother Nature see how it grows?
Rose stems join together in wed,
Around the sunlight that began to shed.